Sycamore Leaves

Lyrics

I can't stop thinking 'bout it It fills me with unease Out there by the roadside, someone's lying Covered by sycamore leaves Wet grounds, late September The foliage of the trees I came upon this feeling that Someones's buried under sycamore leaves I could never face it And I could never see And I could never break out And shake its grip on me And I could never face it And I could never see And I could never break out And shake its grip on me Wet grounds, late September The foliage of the trees I came upon this feeling That someone's lying, covered by sycamore leaves Covered by sycamore leaves Out there by the roadside, under sycamore leaves Sycamore leaves, sycamore leaves Sycamore leaves, sycamore leaves